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had liberated her gigantic breasts from their confines. He kneaded them softly as he kissed his way down her neck and shoulders.
    Soon he was sucking on her saucer-sized nipples and had moved his hand further up under her skirt. Rachel was sitting back with her eyes closed like she was in a trance. I saw how she parted her legs to make room for her newfound lover’s probing hands.
    After a few more minutes of foreplay he got up and drew her to her feet. She stood quietly as he helped her step out of her skirt and pantyhose. She discarded her blouse and bra herself. Then he sat her back down on the sofa and got on the floor between her legs, kissing up her thighs to her swollen cunt.
    My dear sweet Rachel lay back as he ravished her pussy with his mouth. Soon she was shaking with a very powerful orgasm. She was still gasping as her lover unzipped his pants and pulled out a massive erection, much larger than my own.
    The salesman stood in front of my wife and brought his stiff tumescent cock up to her eager mouth. Rachel slowly licked the fat cockhead as he moved it back and forth across her succulent lips.
    My wife was usually not much for giving head, so I was surprised to see her so willing to swallow this stranger’s tool. She was soon enthusiastically making love to his cock with her lips and tongue. Her superb cocksucking technique was a revelation, and I redoubled my efforts, stroking my pecker to near climax. Rachel seemed to be enjoying herself, when suddenly he popped his dick out of her mouth and drew her down to join him on the carpeted floor.
    Rachel hesitated for a moment, then nodded vigorously as she lay down for him, opening her legs wide and spreading her pink pussy lips with both hands. This was better than any porno I’d ever seen. Here was my stunning wife lying on her back on our carpet with a well-hung stranger preparing to fuck her.
    I couldn’t hold back any longer. As he entered her I exploded with an exhilarating rush. But I continued to watch as Rachel squirmed joyously while that impressive cock penetrated her pussy. He was moving in and out of her like a ramrod, with Rachel’s arms and legs trying to pull him in further, when suddenly her back arched and her feet came up off the floor as she screamed through a very prolonged orgasm. I could see the contortions of the stranger’s face as he shot his wad into her. I came again too.
    After a few moments of recovery they got up and dressed, and I watched the salesman kiss my wife goodbye. Then he was gone.
    I retreated to my car, gave Rachel enough time to compose herself, then drove around to the front and went in. Rachel was in the shower, and I poured myself a stiff drink. I felt I deserved it.
    When she came out of the shower dripping wet, I offered to towel her dry. I ran my hands over her voluptuous body, thinking of her infidelity. This got me harder than ever. Rachel noticed my boner and slipped her hand down to circle it. She began pumping away, and soon we were fucking like rabbits on the bedroom floor.
    My wife must have a hell of a lot of insurance, because every Friday since then, the same salesman’s been knocking on my door and fucking my wife. I haven’t missed a meeting yet.—
E.H., Newark, New Jersey

LAPPING IT UP
    I have been a dancer at a strip bar for three months and nothing unusual ever happened. I had heard stories of all of the wild action at that sort of club but never witnessed any. None of the other dancers ever approached me for sexual encounters, and the manager didn’t demand blowjobs in exchange for employment. I never even saw a dancer go home with a customer. We had our fair share of men offering money for sex, but it had only happened to me twice, and they both took no for an answer and moved on.
    The club I dance at is two hours away from where I live because I have a day job and didn’t want to find one of my coworkers in the audience one night. So I made the commute every Wednesday and Saturday to a club